Dear Arsam, Can't believe you're 8 years old now. We made it through a turbulent time with allergies, recurring ear infections and the resulting quite delayed and blurry speech, University's cutting edge specialists, hearing tests, nonear tube and sleepless nights all the while daddy was on business trips and living in the other hemisphere. But during all these, you were the calmest, most sweet little boy it was almost hard to believe you were in any kind of pain. I feared you would not be able to go to kindergarten ontime with your peers and have pizza, or cake like all little kids your age. We went through so many speech therapists and once we finally found 'the one' she warned me they normally wouldn't start therapy that early but because you were so behind and hard to understand for a solo parent yet very cooperative and motivated she was willing to give you a chance! It was no surprise to me that you could conquer the challenge and could tell me correctly ' Mommy i Love you!(no wove you) by the end of kindergarten and would even be identified as gifted speaking none-stop with no ambiguity and eat pizza and cake in moderation as if you had never had any speech issue or dietary intolerance.
You were my rainbow baby and I was so thrilled to finally have another baby only to realize that I was going through the same symptoms as the last pregnancy and almost lost you too. I was heartbroken and devistates and it was only a miracle that you made it back and since then I promised myself to do anything I can to support and guide your warrior soul. I named you Arsam- a man with strong arms, because I believed you proved to me the second chances in life exist!
Keep on shining, laughing, running, playing chess, soccer and making the world a better place than before you entered. Much love to you 💙
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